C282 A farce
He seemed to be leaning carelessly on Song Huaishuang's body. The hand that was holding onto Song Huaishuang's shoulder exerted a little more force, allowing her to recover her wits.
Song Huai Shuang's words were vague. With Long Qing's intellect, he was able to guess most of the truth.
The slight pain brought Song Huaishuang back to her senses. She gratefully looked at Long Qing